Evelyn's POV

Evelyn shifted in her seat, her fingers tapping lightly against her phone screen as she waited for the call to connect.

“Carmen, please pick up,” she whispered under her breath.

Finally, a familiar voice crackled through the phone. “Evelyn? Don’t tell me you finally remembered I exist.”

Evelyn laughed softly, the sound half-relief. “Of course I remember. I just… things have been, complicated.”

“Complicated? Girl, you’re living in a billionaire’s mansion. ...